Page 76 of Ezekiel
He helped me to my feet, then to the table, and I laid back languidly like a cat in the afternoon sun, stretching myself out for him.
“Restraints,” he spoke clearly, concisely, before showing me the hank of rope. We had not played with rope before. The thought of the slightly roughened texture against my skin had me nearly quivering in anticipation. The rope slid over my wrists as he secured each of them to the legs of the table, then each ankle. I was as spread out as I had been last time.
I took a deep breath, relaxing into the restraints as I let them carry me into the headspace I had just begun to love.
“Let me control you, angel,” his voice guided me, his fingers trailing over my body as he moved around the table, securing me with a practiced ease.
“Breathe for me. Deep breaths. Sink into your submission. Trust me with your body, with your mind,” his words lulled me. “Let me take your touch,” he spoke, securing the last of the rope around my left ankle.
“For my Sir,” I breathed, a smile playing at my lips as I slid deeper. His guidance led me down that deep stairwell into the deepest part of submission. Deeper and deeper he led me.
“Let me take your smell, angel,” he whispered. I heard the flicker of a lighter before the light shifted in the room. The overhead lights turned off, leaving only the sandalwood scented candles to light the room with delicate, sensual flickering light. He set the mood intentionally, with a sensuality and raw sexual energy that radiated through my body.
“Let me take control of your taste, my pet,” he whispered. His fingertips played at my lips, and I opened for him, smiling as he slid a sugar cube into my mouth. My taste buds exploded with the saccharine sweetness as it melted on my tongue.
“Let me take your sight, my precious thing.” The blindfold slid over my head with great gentleness, the flickering lights giving way to pitch black nothingness.
“For my Sir,” I repeated around the sugar in my mouth, the mantra sinking me deeper. I felt dizzy with delight as I gave myself over to him.
“Yes, all for me, angel. Just for me,” he assured me. I could hear his own smile in the lilt of his voice, the timbre of it rich and filled with a dark sensuality that lit my core aflame and turned my desire into an inferno. For him. For my Sir.
“Finally, let me take your sound, my angel. Let me guide you. Trust me. Only me.” I nodded my consent at his words, the noise-canceling earbuds he slipped into my ears taking the last of my senses until I lay there, all of my faculties controlled in the blackness of my moment.
His touch surprised me, his fingers moving over the outer lips of my pussy with such gentleness it almost tickled. The room spun as sensations began to assault my body from every angle.
I had no idea what was coming next. I was floating; flying. I wasn’t even sure what he was doing.
A hand across my thigh. The tickling of a feather across my breasts.
Fingers sharply twisting my nipples, pulling me up off the table in rapturous pain.
A buzzing toy sliding inside of my pussy.
Higher and higher I spun as time seemed to slow to a crawl. A wash of sensations buoyed me along on a wave of pain and pleasure as the world melted away until nothing and no one existed on this Earth except me and my Sir.
For my Sir.
The words whispered past my lips here and there. They catapulted into the room at other times.
At one point, the sharp pinpricks of what could only be a Wartenberg wheel pressed into my skin, up my hip and side towards my arm pit. It tickled. It hurt. And yet, it was pure bliss. I rode the waves of sensation as he played my body like a master plays his instrument.
That’s what I was. His instrument.
For my Sir.
Some time later, something cold slid over my breasts, then his mouth captured my nipple, his teeth grazing over the sensitive bud.
I needed to cum. I needed to explode all over him, yet I couldn’t. He didn’t let me. He pushed me higher and higher, winding that rope of desire so tightly around my entire being it was sure to suffocate me. But I trusted him. I had nothing but trust.
Closer and closer to that pinnacle, I flew, until — until I finally let go completely. I felt something inside me break; a hidden place deep inside that suddenly began to open up.
And then the voices began.
Voices, their harsh tones ringing in my head as though they were right there in the room with me.
Voices I recognized.
Voices I could not remember, but somehow knew.
